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aOn a dark desert highway, Ecool wind in my hair,
GWarm smell of colitas Drising up throught the air.
FUp ahead in the Cdistance I saw a shimmering light,
DMy head grew heavy and my sight grew dim.
EI had to stop for the night.

aThere she stood in the Edoorway I heard the mission bell
GAnd I was thinking to myself,
'This could be DHeaven or this could be Hell.'
FThen she lit up a Ccandle and showed me the way,
DThere were voices down the corridor
EI thought I heard them say.

FWelcome to the Hotel CCalifornia,
Such a Glovely place, such a alovely place.
FPlenty of room at the Hotel CCalifornia,
Any Gtime of year, you can Efind it here.

aHer mind is ETiffany-twisted, she's got a Mercedes- Benz
GShe's got a lot of pretty, pretty Dboys
DThat she calls friends.
FHow they dance in the courtyard, Csweet summer sweat
DSome dance to Eremember, some dance to forget.

aSo I called up the Captain, E"Please bring me my wine."
He Gsaid, "We haven't had that spirit here since
DNineteen-sixty nine."
FAnd still those voices are calling from far Caway.
DWake you up in the middle of the night,
EJust to hear them say.

FWelcome to the Hotel CCalifornia,
Such a Glovely place, such a alovely place.
They're Flivin' it up at the Hotel CCalifornia,
What a Gnice surprise, bring your Ealibies.

aMirrors on the ceiling, Ethe pink champagne on ice.
And she said, G"We are all just prisoners here,
Of Dour own device.
FAnd in the master's chambers,
CThey gathered for the feast.
DThey stab it with their steely knives,
But they Ejust can't kill the beast.

aLast thing I remember, I was Erunning for the door,
GI had to find the passage back to Dthe place I was before.
FRelax, said the night man, we Care programed to receive.
DYou can check out any time you like,
But Eyou can never aleave.